Yesterday the sun appeared
And all its chilled indifference, masculine, traitor
And into that milling swarm
The enemies pointed their guns towards the window panes of our rooms
Tonight, a few meters further from the house
Her father shows off a few gold English coins
Pretending to offer them as an act of charity
The winter must be in the house, soon
In the harms of night, a silence which even crickets don't dare profane
Repeated howls are heard
We walk to the lake and sink into the frozen water
Everything is static